I became pregnant with our son two months after our honeymoon.

Will took my pregnancy very seriously. He was there for every doctor's appointment and I still remember the tears in his eyes when we heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time. He found us a new flat in the same building where we lived and there was an extra bedroom for when my mum came to help us with the baby. He was a little confused with some of my food cravings, though.

"You want a roast beef, crisps and cheese sandwich with pickles dipped in chocolate on the side?" he asked me once with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yes."

"You want a glass of milk, some chocolate biscuits and a slice of the roast chicken we had for dinner?" he asked another time with a small grin.

"Yes."

"Look… These cravings are…," he said and I remember breaking down in tears.

"You think I'm fat!" I shouted at him.

"I didn't say that!" he said with his hands up.

"You do!"

"Come here."

He held me for a long time and he gently rocked me.

I went into labor in the middle of the night and I nearly kicked Will out of bed when the contractions hit. I had to stop him from taking me to the hospital on the back of his motorcycle and I swore he went through a number of red lights during our trip to the hospital.

"Will you please slow down!" I said as I held onto the door handle.

"I am not having my child born in the backseat of the car!" he said as he locked eyes with the cars in front of us.

"Afraid we will ruin the leather!" I teased and he glanced at me.

"Louisa…."

"You do know you forgot my mum."

"I'll go get her once you're settled in."

"She is going to be really angry."

"I am sure she'll understand."

Mum did understand and I was so glad she was there. It took around eight hours to deliver our son, but I was worried I wasn't going to be able to finish the delivery.

"I can't do this," I said with a moan.

"You can. Want to know why?" Will asked.

"Why?"

"Because you are just as stubborn as I am. Once you set your mind on something, there is little that will change it. Now. Push!"

Steven Bernard William Traynor was born at eleven forty-seven in the morning and Will was smiling so wide that I swore the corners of his mouth touched the bottom of his ears.

"He looks like you, Will," Mum had said while holding the baby and looking at Will.

"No. He looks more like Louisa," he said with a shake of his head.

"Don't be ridiculous. He is the spitting image of you as a baby," Camilla had said after Mum had handed her the baby.

"I'm just happy he's healthy and whole," Dad had said and Steven nodded.

We brought Stevie home a few days later.

"May I ask you something?" Will asked while I was breastfeeding our son.

"What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Does it hurt? I mean him doing that?"

"Not really."

"He seems to be enjoying it."

"Getting a little jealous?" I asked with a small smile.

"Maybe just a little bit."

I remember the sweet look on Will's face as he watched us. He was a little surprised when I placed our son on his chest afterwards and he placed his hands on top of Stevie.

"Why did you do this?" Will asked.

"In the baby books, it suggests the baby be placed on the daddy's chest so the baby can hear the daddy's heartbeat, voice and breathing," I explained and he smiled.

"Does this have something to do with him experiencing the same thing while inside you?"

"Yes. Do you want me to remove him?"

"No. We're fine."

A few seconds later, they were both asleep.

Will is such a good father.

He enjoys spending quiet time with Stevie and I have caught them sound asleep on the couch a few times.

He doesn't mind bath time. Though there is usually more water on the floor then in the baby tub.

I had to stop him a few times from taking Stevie to work.

"I just want to show him what I do for a living," he said with an innocent look on his face.

"It's snowing," I told him while pointing to the snow falling outside the window.

"But…."

"William John!"

The one thing he does not enjoy is nappy changes.

"Are you joking?! How can one tiny baby make this big of a mess?!" he demanded as he moved away from the changing table.

"That's what babies do," Mum told him.

"What about the smell?! I think I am going to be ill!"

"Stop being a drama queen and put the nappy on him."

"Fine."

I don't know what my life would be like without Will. I hope I never have to find out.

"Morning," Will said as he walked out of the bathroom and I noticed he was just wearing a white towel around his waist. His light brown hair gets darker when it was wet and he had slicked his hair back on his head. Some droplets of water were slowly moving down his chest, shoulders, stomach and arms and he was holding a towel in his right hand.

"Morning," I said while sitting up under the bedding and he walked to the bed. He leaned down to kiss my lips and I felt some water dripping on me. "You're getting me wet."

"Then it's a good thing you're not wearing anything."

I enjoy watching him drying off and getting dressed. He had a lean and athletic body and he would wiggle his hips to make me laugh.

"Sorry about last night," I told him a short time later as he straightened his black suit jacket while heading for the dresser.

"There is no need to be sorry. I turned my Blackberry off so we both could get some sleep. Martin, and some of the older colleagues at the agency, understand how hard it is with a newborn in the house."

"I just wish we could have had some private time. But the doctor said it was too soon for us to have sex."

"I'm willing to wait," he said with a tiny smile and I swore I was blushing.

"What makes things worse is you're in the middle of a deal."

"Which is almost done. We just need to hear from Jeff in New York. He told me he'd call as soon as he heard from our client."

I watched Will check his messages on his cellphone when his face grew hard and he sighed, shaking his head.

"Bad news?" I asked and he nodded.

"I have tons of messages from Rupert. Most of them mention Jeff," he said. He found Rupert's number as he pushed the button then he held the Blackberry to his right ear. "Hello, Rupert. Yes. I did have my phone off. No. Nothing is wrong. Louisa and I just needed some quiet time. Yes. It is hard having a baby in the house. Yes. We do have help, but she's just as tired as we are. Yes. I know we were in the middle of a deal. No. I am taking this seriously. Now. Calm down. Breathe. Tell me what happened."

I watched the expressions on his face change while listening to Rupert and Will made silly faces at me from time to time.

"Alright. This is what I want you to do. I want you to get in contact with Cally…."

Cally wasn't just Will's secretary. She was his PA. Will has told me many times that he would be lost without her. And me.

"I want you to tell Cally to get all the files and contracts and put them on my desk. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Will ended the call as he placed the Blackberry in his inner suit jacket pocket then he leaned against the edge of the dresser.

"So much for us going out to dinner tonight," he grumbled.

"There is always next week," I told him as I got out of bed, put on the shirt he had left on the floor and walked to him.

"If things are as bad as I think they are? I might have to get the first flight out to New York."

"Then I am asking for a raincheck," I said as I lightly poked him in the chest and he smile.

"Deal."

I followed him out of the bedroom as we headed for the kitchen and I smiled at the sight of Mum at the stove, cooking breakfast.

"About time you two woke up," Mum said as she slightly turned to look at us. "Louisa! Go put some clothes on."

"She is wearing clothes," Will said with a grin.

"She is just wearing your shirt."

"I rest my case."

"Is Stevie up?" I asked as I tried not to laugh.

"No. Now sit down. Breakfast is ready," Mum said as she rolled her eyes.

"I am going to have to skip breakfast. I have to get to the agency," Will said.

"What's the rush?"

"Looks like that deal I have been working on for the last few months is about to fall through."

"Can't someone else handle it? You need to eat."

"I promise to have something to eat at the agency."

"I will hold you to that," she said as she waved the spatula that she had in her right hand at him.

"Would you mind packing a few things for me just in case?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around me and held me against him.

"Why would she have to do that?"

"I might have to go to New York."

"What about your dinner date?"

"I gave her a raincheck."

"Speaking of rain. It is pouring out there. Make sure you have Mick get you a cab instead of riding that bike of yours."

Mum didn't like Will riding around on his motorcycle and neither did I.

"I will," Will said and we headed for the door. He opened the door when he kissed my lips and I watched him walking down the hallway. He waved after he had gotten into the lift car and I waved back. I closed the door behind me after going inside and that is when I heard Stevie crying.

"Coming," I said, softly. But as I was walking to the nursery, I had a feeling something bad was about to happen. I just shook that thought out of my head and went in the nursery.

"Mum? Why are you opening the window?" I asked a short time later while I walked out of the master bedroom after getting dressed and she stood near the living room windows.

"Just getting a little breath of air," Mum said when we heard the sounds of sirens and she looked out of the window. "Oh my!"

"Wonder what's going on."

The sudden sound of the phone ringing in the kitchen startled me as I walked to the kitchen and headed for the kitchen island. I picked up the receiver as I leaned against the counter and held the receiver to my right ear.

"Hello?" I asked and could hear the sounds of the sirens and muffled voices.

"Mrs. Traynor!? It's Mick!" he said and I heard the worry and fear in his voice. Mick was the attendant in the underground carpark for the building and I always wondered if he got bored, sitting there all day with nothing to do, but keep an eye on other people's cars.

"Hey, Mick. What's going on?"

"Shit. I knew I should have called him a cab."

"Mick?"

"Or told him to take his bike."

"Who are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Mister Traynor."

"Will!? What about him!?"

"He wanted to take his bike. But it's raining and… Shit. I am going to get sacked."

"Mick! What happened to Will?!"

"He… He's… Shit."

"Where is Will!?"

"He's on the street."

"What are you talking about?!"

"I was at my post when I heard shouting coming from behind the shield door. I opened the shield door then ran outside. The street was filled with stopped vehicles. People were heading down the pavement. Saying something about an accident."

I felt my stomach dropping and held on tighter to the counter.

"I… I went back inside, grabbed my phone and ran after them. When I got there… When I saw… Oh shit."

"What happened to my husband?!"

"From what I got from the police officer who's keeping people back? Someone was hit by some idiot on a motorcycle. When I was able to get a look at who it was…. That's when I saw him. Mister Traynor."

"Will was…!? He was hit by a motorcycle!?"

I felt my legs give out as I ended then slid to the floor, but I had hung up the receiver before I did.

Will had been hit by a motorcycle? He's hurt. He might be…

No! Don't think that!

"Mum!" I shouted and she ran into the room. She saw me sitting on the floor and she ran to me. She knelt down as she held me and I felt dizzy.

"Lou!? What's wrong!?" I heard Mum asked, but I couldn't speak for a few seconds.

"Mum… Will… Mick said…"

"Breathe. What happened to Will?"

"Those sirens we heard? They were for Will."

"Will?!"

"He's been in an accident!"

Mom held me and tears rolled down my cheeks.

Will was taken to Saint Bartholomew's Hospital and we were told he was in a coma. His injuries were extensive and there was a chance he might die.

If he didn't die then there was a chance that he could be paralyzed from either the waist down or he might end up a quadriplegic.

I went online to read up on what to do with someone who was either a paraplegic or a quadriplegic and what kind of health issues Will might have.

Some of the illnesses sounded frightening. Like autonomic dysreflexia or acid reflux.

The more I read, the more I wondered if I could handle it.

"Giving up, Clark?" Will's voice asked in my head. "You can do this. Know why? Because you are just as stubborn as I am."

"You're right," I whispered and I started looking into finding apartments which were available for someone with Will's condition.

The man who hit Will with his motorcycle was also injured, but not as badly and I did go see him at the hospital.

"I am so sorry, Mrs. Traynor. I tried to get him to move, but… But there was no time," he had told me and I saw the guilt in his eyes.

"Why were you weaving in and out of traffic?" I asked with a cold tone.

"I… I don't normally. I was late for my shift. I thought there was enough room and… And I just did it."

I looked back at the security guard assigned to guard the door to his room then I looked back at him.

"Do you have a solicitor?" I asked and his eyes slightly widened.

"Yeah. Though I'm not sure how I'm gonna be able to pay for it," he said.

I had to leave before I could say any more and I still wonder if he was able to find one. I stopped off at the CCU to look at Will from behind the window glass and I felt my stomach dropping at the sight of him.

"Excuse me. Are you family?" one of the nurses asked and I gave her a sad look.

"I'm his wife," I told her then looked at Will. "Has there been any change?"

"He's holding his own," she said then walked in the room. I stood there, looking at Will, and I blinked the tears out of my eyes.

"Will…," I whispered and placed my hand on the glass.

Word got out about Will's accident and his family, my family, people he worked with and, of course, Rupert, Michael and Freddie came to check up on me and Stevie. Rupert kept apologizing. Telling me over and over that it was his fault. If he hadn't made all those phone calls then Will wouldn't have rushed to get to work. I told Rupert I forgave him. That it wasn't his fault. But a part of me did blame him.

Marcy, Tamara and Samantha checked up on us as well and I love the thought of them being there for me if I needed them.

Two weeks after Will's accident, Alicia showed up.

"Louisa! Darling!" Grace Wellington said as I opened the door and she hugged me.

"Hello, Grace," I said and she lightly patted my back.

"How are you holding up?! Is there any word on Will?!"

"He's still in a coma."

"Oh! The poor dear! What about that bastard who ran into him? Has he been arrested?"

"Yes. He has," I said with a nod.

"I hope they toss the book at him," she said and I stood back to let her come into the flat.

"Lou? Who is at the door?" Mum asked as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Mum? This is my employer, Grace Wellington," I said and Grace smiled.

"Ah! You must be Mrs. Clark! A pleasure!" Grace said and Mum tried hard not to laugh.

"A pleasure to meet you as well. And it's Josie," Mum said as they shook hands. I was about to close the door when I saw Alicia standing in the hallway.

"Hello, Louisa," Alicia said and I turned to look back at Grace.

"What is she doing here!?" I asked with a small growl.

"She begged me to bring her!" Grace said with a flip of her left hand and Mum rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to let me come in?" Alicia asked and I reluctantly moved back so she could walk by me.

"I'll got put the kettle on," Mum said as she headed back in the kitchen and I closed the door. I looked at Grace and Alicia and Alicia was scanning the room with her eyes.

"Where is that little darling of yours?" Grace asked after I walked to her.

"I was just going to get him up from his kip," I said and I headed into the nursery. Stevie was looking up at me after I walked to the crib then I picked him up and held him in my arms.

"He looks like Will," made me turn and I saw Alicia standing in the doorway. She walked in the nursery while she glanced around with her eyes then she stood in front of me.

"What do you want?" I asked while holding Stevie away from her.

"Just wanted to have a word with you in private."

"I am not interested in anything you have to say."

"Even if it concerns your future?"

"My future? My future is fine. Grace is letting me do freelance work at home. She's even letting me I can set my own hours."

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Let me ask you this. Do you have a solicitor?"

"Yes."

"Good. You're going to need one when Will dies."

"Will is not going to die," I said with a growl and I felt my body shaking. I placed Stevie back in the crib then I turned to look at Alicia.

"He might," Alicia continued and I wanted so badly to walk out of the room. But I wasn't sure what she would do to Stevie and I still needed to know what she was talking about.

"Even if Will does die, I know my family and his family will help me look after Stevie."

"Of course, his family will care about what happens to his son," she said with a smug tone.

"Stevie is our son."

"For now. But once Will is dead? They are going to take his son away from you. Can you blame them? He'll be their only male heir."

"I am his mother," I said loudly and Alicia had the nerve to smile at me.

"A mother who couldn't afford to send him to the right schools. Make sure he makes the right friends. And have the money to support him in the lifestyle he's used to."

"They would never do that!"

"Yes. They would. And what do you expect? This was never your world. You were never going to fit in. All you are is a whore who thinks she's queen of the castle."

Anger, fear and anxiety moved through me as my hands started shaking and blood pounded in my ears.

"Lou? Is everything….?" was what I heard, but I wasn't sure if I really heard Mum's voice.

"What is going on in here?" Gracie's voice asked and I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks. "My Dear! Why are you crying?!"

"What did you say to her?!" Mum's voice asked as I turned to look in the crib and I could barely see Stevie looking up at me.

"We were just talking," Alicia's voice said with a light tone and I dug my fingernails into the crib railing.

"Will isn't going to die," I said, softly.

"What was that?" Grace asked after she came to stand next to me.

"Will isn't going to die!" I said a little louder and Stevie started crying.

"Of course, he's not going to die," Mum said as she walked to the crib and she lifted Stevie out of the crib. I watched her rock him as she tried to calm him down then I saw her walking out of the room.

"You're not fit to be his mother. Leave him to me," I thought she said and I growled.

"Give me my son," I said with such venom in my voice that Mum backed up.

"Lou?! What is the matter with you?!" Mum asked with a gasp.

"Give him to me!"

"What did you say to her?!" Grace demanded as she stormed to Alicia.

"I was telling her the truth," Alicia said with a shrug. "After Will dies…."

"He isn't going to die!" I shouted and Mum hushed Stevie.

"Once he dies? She's going to lose everything. The money. The prestige. All of this. And… She is going to lose Will's son. His parents are going to take it all away from her."

"How… How dare you!" Gracie screeched while I sank down to sit on the floor.

"Lou," I heard Mum say after she had placed Stevie back in the crib and she knelt next to me. I didn't remember her placing her arms around me as she pulled me into her, but I do remember my body shaking while I sobbed.

"Pathetic," Alicia's voice said and I sobbed harder.

"You're fired!" Grace's voice said and Alicia's voice laughed.

"See!? I told you! You've just lost your job!"

"I was talking to you!"

"Me?! You can't fire me!"

"I just did!"

I barely remember hearing them leave as Mum rocked me and I felt like my world was falling apart.

"She's in here," was what I heard, but I had no idea what time it was or what day it was. I had been living in a fog since Alicia told me I was going to lose everything. I was lying in the bed I shared with Will, but I wasn't sure if it was my bed anymore. I felt the bed dipping down when someone gently lifted me up and they held me in their arms.

"Louisa?" Will's sister, Georgina, asked and I opened my eyes. She was standing at the foot of the bed and she had such a sad look on her face. Will's father, Steven, was standing next to her and I felt numb.

"He's dead," I whispered.

"What did you say, Dear?" Camilla asked and I looked up at her.

"The reason you're all here. Will died and you're going to take it all away. Including Stevie."

"Why would we do that?"

"Because I'm not worthy of raising your heir."

"What gothic movie did Will make you watch that you'd say something so silly?!" Georgina asked with a grin.

"Louisa," Camilla said and I looked at her again. "Will is still in a coma. As for us taking Stevie from you? That will never happen. You are his mother."

"But I can't afford to give him everything you can," I said.

"You're giving him love. And that, My Dear, is the most important thing in the whole world."

"So….? You're not going to take him from me?"

"No. And Will would never forgive us if we did," Camilla said and I believed her. But what I saw in Steven's eyes made my doubts resurface. Why was he looking so cold? Like he would take my son from me if Will dies.

"Oh," Georgina said as she sat on the bed next to my legs and she had a smug look on her face. "And you don't have to worry about Alicia Dewar. Mother made sure she will never bother you again."

"She's right. I have issued a restraining order against her. If she does get in contact with you? If she comes anywhere near you? She will end up in prison. No one messes with my children and gets away with it," Camilla said with a grin. Nodding, I closed my eyes and I felt her gently rocking me.